Monday, February 8, 2010

Jigsaw

In matters of love
I am as immature as a first kiss
My pointless thoughts follow every couple
like a shadow into the dark.
And I have weird questions
that often tend to litmus test
if it was love or just a hangup.
The result of a teenage fantasy
to make up a good story to tell
and fill in the gaping jigsaw
we all ended up as, by the end of college.

We graduated alright, but
we can't go on like this
with a void in our conscience.
So much that, we are in a constant search
for the remote signs of the soul mate.
School albums are dusted, friends of friends
contacted, lists are drawn and pictures referred to
And then we are all prepared for the plunge.

Vague stories about crushes are left hanging
ripe in the air, like the fruit yet to be.
All you have done is let them be.
These myths come to rescue now
as you meet her and say " You know
I admired you in college".

She might be the one or might not be
Might and might not be
is of a momentary intensity.
It is not a studied choice.
A blind intuition that is better than
no shoulder to rest each other on.

The distance between the two could be zero.
They could melt in each others arms
like chocolate and vanilla under the sun.
But in the journey forward
the tie up is back to back
and a lifetime to study each others eyes.

5 comments:

Avi said...

"She might be the one or might not be
Might and might not be
is of a momentary intensity"....

wow !!...the way u've portrayed some one's thoughts....I'm sure he couldn't have done it better...

sunanda yellapragada said...

She might be the one or might not be
Might and might not be
is of a momentary intensity.
It is not a studied choice.
A blind intuition that is better than
no shoulder to rest each other on.

amazing part of the poem... :)

good one :)

Musings of a wanderer said...

Thanks Avi and Sunanda.

..::Dahyana::.. said...

I like this alot. I am now a follower :)

Musings of a wanderer said...

@Dahyana

Thanks for your reading.